(according to an old story from history, even a movie)

you were a slave in ancient rome. You worked for a rich family, taking care of their house and small garden. They treated you terribly. One day you and your master went for a walk along the road. As always, your master was just being carried on a stretcher that couldn't fit 2 statesmen, also slaves, and you were holding a bowl of fruit and a glass of wine or other things for him. After yours, a group of me suddenly attacked. It involves everyone except the slaves and you. Those men were not soldiers, but they knew the art of fighting better than the common citizen. You heard the news that a few gladiators escaped from the gladiatorial school a few months ago and are terrorizing the neighborhood. Before you could recover from the shock, a large, burly man with many scars from fighting in the arena walks up to you. you, stand up he commanded as he looked you over.who are you? slaves? where are you from? he asks as he parts the sword from the blood. now you are free, you can join the manger if you want, you can heal my men or cook....but first tell me who you are you saw joins the two men who used to serve your master.